On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness

Chapter 139: Chapter 139 Don’t Think About Escaping

Leng Yu Yan trembled violently, yet she dared not struggle anymore.

The madman behind her bit her neck again, and she feared that if she struggled, he might completely bite through her neck in the next instant.

A cool, numbing sensation spread from the back of her neck; it felt as if he had seized her lifeline, her breathing became chaotic and hurried, and her fingers tightened.

At that moment, his sharp teeth pierced her delicate skin.

It turned out she was mistaken, thinking that if she didn’t struggle, he would let her go.

Now, her skin was broken again by his bite, and the pain made her tears flow.

The thick, sweet scent of blood diffused in Ye Yiheng’s mouth, startling him back to some semblance of rationality, and only then did he release her.

The bitten area on her skin exhibited a seductive flush of red, along with enticing beads of blood emerging.

The air was oppressively still and silently flowing.

She was restrained by him, and their posture seemed exceedingly intimate.

Only Leng Yu Yan knew herself how her heart trembled, how her heartbeat pounded like a drum.

A breeze passed by, carrying a few chirps.

“Does it hurt?” His cool breath brushed her ear again.

She swallowed her saliva, and nodded her head in fear.

Seeing this, Ye Yiheng’s thin lips curled into a cold, stifling arc, “It’s right to be afraid.”

“Your Highness, can you let me go?”

Her voice was already extremely pleasant to the ear, and because of her fear, it became even more poignant and moving.

Ye Yiheng released her.

A cold light flashed in Leng Yu Yan’s eyes; she quickly pulled a hairpin from her hair and thrust it toward his neck.

She didn’t want to target a lethal spot, but making a small hole in his neck seemed a fitting retribution for earlier.

In but an instant, the two had exchanged over a dozen moves.

“Bang—”

Leng Yu Yan found herself pinned against a tree trunk.

Ye Yiheng tightly gripped her hand that held the hairpin, “Do you wish to kill me?”

His voice was deep and chilling.

The slightly elongated tones carried a sharp coldness, as if engraving an ominous fierceness into her bones.

The cool air from his body continuously transferred to hers, and with his long, powerful arms and broad chest confining her, Leng Yu Yan resignedly closed her eyes.

“Speak!” Ye Yiheng spoke again, his tone already extremely impatient.

“I dare not.”

“Hmph, you dare not?”

His voice was full of oppressive force.

“Your Highness bit my neck until it bled, why can’t I make a small hole in Your Highness’s neck?”

Upon hearing this, Ye Yiheng laughed.

Laughing so that his chest heaved, the grip on her slightly relaxed.

Leng Yu Yan slowly opened her eyes, the man before her possessed an exceptionally stunning appearance.

Golden sunlight burst down from the shade of the trees, scattering a speckled shadow.

He was exceedingly tall, the light and shadow enveloped him, casting a deep, heavy shadow over her—

Extremely aggressive.

Ye Yiheng raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing the woman before him through his eye veil.

She was stunningly beautiful, radiant and enticing.

Her hair fluttered in the wind, the silver tassels hanging by her temples swayed slightly, the fragmented, soft halo reflected on her skin like cream, making her look even more irresistibly delicate.

Her eyes were slightly red, her teeth gently biting her lower lip as if annoyed and furious.

The lip bitten by her teeth emitted a tempting luster, making him unconsciously gulp in his throat, quickly releasing her completely and retreating three steps away from her.

“Remember, don’t attempt to escape from my side!”

Leng Yu Yan nodded her head, the corners of her lips barely curved into a bitter smile, “Yes, Your Highness, I will remember!”

Her voice was crisp and cold, like pearls falling on a dish, devoid of any emotion.

As if floating in the clouds, ethereal and elusive, without a hint of sentiment.

Seeing this, Ye Yiheng clenched his fists behind his back.

Why did a sense of inexplicable defeat rise in his heart?

At that moment, several voices from outside the woods called out, “Crown Prince, where are you?”

Ye Yiheng then placed his hand on Leng Yu Yan’s arm and walked out of the woods.

A few little eunuchs saw the Crown Prince come out and hurried over, the leader bowed and said, “Your Highness, the Empress Dowager is looking for you.”

“Okay,” Ye Yiheng said in a detached tone, grabbing Leng Yu Yan’s arm and following the leading eunuch.

Knowing that he rarely let others assist him, Leng Yu Yan looked around for Song Guo and Mo Chen as they walked.

Fortune favors the prepared, and as they passed by the corridor, she spotted Song Guo.

Leng Yu Yan hurriedly called out, “Song Guo, could you please assist His Highness?”

Realizing that someone’s hand was tightening on her arm, Leng Yu Yan murmured a low explanation, “Your Highness, I feel a bit uncomfortable in my neck.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Yiheng’s slender fingers loosened.

Leng Yu Yan took the opportunity to withdraw her arm, waiting for Song Guo to come and support him. Then she stepped back and walked in the opposite direction from Ye Yiheng.

Elsewhere.

Inside a secluded pavilion.

Ye Yuan sighed and said, “My child, today I mentioned your situation with Ah Yan again to your Uncle Emperor.”

Ji Qingyu quickly asked, “How did it go?”

“What else could happen? Your uncle disagreed, and he even asked how you were doing with that roster.”

Ji Qingyu gently pounded the stone table, “Mother, dear mother, I will marry no one but Ah Yan! Please think of another way, or you will have no grandchildren in this lifetime.”

“You child, how can you threaten your own mother?”

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Leng Yu Yan walked along the corridor towards the dining hall.

Turning a corner, she ran into someone head-on.

With no way to avoid him, she slightly bowed and said, “I have seen Prince Liang.”

“No need for formalities,” Ye Zhenyu squinted his eyes.

The woman before him had an exquisite beauty that was utterly captivating.

As Leng Yu Yan passed by him, he added, “Rumors say Miss Lai is a dunce, but in reality, her calligraphy is profound and her dance skills are supreme; Miss Lai keeps her talents well hidden!”

Leng Yu Yan smiled faintly, “Thank you for your praise, Prince Liang.”

She then continued walking without pausing.

Ye Zhenyu, standing still, slightly curved the corners of his lips. She went to great lengths to hide her true appearance and never responded to outside judgments.

This woman is indeed interesting!

At the end of the corridor was a rockery next to which stood a clump of fine bamboo, the perfect hiding spot for Lai Manting.

She watched Prince Liang’s smiling lips and glared venomously at Leng Yu Yan’s retreating figure.

The little girl dared to consider Prince Liang!

A malicious gleam appeared in her eyes, Lai Manting turned to Jinju and said, “Go find Miss Lai and tell her I want to talk about what happened at the palace banquet.”

Jinju obeyed and promptly departed.

Before long, Leng Yu Yan followed Jinju to the rockery.

Lai Manting, hidden in the shadows, waited until Leng Yu Yan was close before her sharp nails clawed towards her face.

Leng Yu Yan leaned back.

Jinju quickly caught her and said to Lai Manting, “Miss, grab her!”

Lai Manting’s eyes, filled with resentment, aimed her sharp nails straight for Leng Yu Yan’s face.

“Just the two of you?” Leng Yu Yan said coldly, elbowing Jinju in the stomach and kicking towards Lai Manting’s chin.

Jinju fell backward, her head hitting a protruding rock on the rockery, and she instantly passed out.

Lai Manting’s chin throbbed with pain, and she attempted to flee.

Leng Yu Yan extended her arm to block her and smiled faintly, “Third Sister, didn’t you want to talk?”

Lai Manting’s voice trembled, “No more talking!”